AN: RoyEd fluff! X3
Chapter 6
Another week passed by and it passed by way too quickly according to both Edward and Roy. The young blonde had been a little shaken when he had woken up in his own bed that morning, after his night with Russell, but Roy had been there right with him. Edward had felt so helpless that evening—if Roy hadn't been there for him, he had no idea what would've happened to him.
It wasn't as if he was weak or anything—on the contrary even. But Russell had surprised him and he wasn't afraid to admit that he had been scared to death when the Tringham had started to molest him like that. It still gave Edward shivers.
Well, Roy had been amazed at how Edward recovered so fast from it. That same afternoon, he was as cheerful as ever and they had made up—Edward again apologising for not listening to him and Roy… well, he accepted it. It pissed the blonde off a bit, since he wasn't the only one at fault, damn it! But he had let it slide, this time. After all, Roy had saved him.
And again, Edward felt closer to him. Perhaps he was now even close to loving the older man. Edward had thought it to be impossible—loving someone after only three weeks. But it was different with Roy—the blonde truly felt something for him that was beyond a simple crush or lust or any of those things. He had never felt this way about anyone and he vaguely wondered how he could ever return to his normal life when Roy would be gone again.
He was in too deep.
He wanted Roy, but not just for sex like he was supposed to be used. Well, like everybody had used him—he wasn't supposed to be a slave. Sure, Edward could order him to, he could tell him to act as if he really did love him back, but that would be just a simple illusion, a charade, a fantasy. Whatever you would call it.
Edward didn't want that—he wanted the real thing.
"Nii-san!" Alphonse cried as he opened the front door. Edward gave him a short grin, getting himself ready for his little brother's tackle… but there was none. He blinked once, confusion on his face—whenever the pair of them saw each other, Alphonse would always tackle Edward to the ground, no matter where they were. They would even do it in a store or on the streets or wherever and whenever Alphonse didn't do it, something was wrong. "Is Roy with you?" Edward shook his head.
"No, he stayed at home. Said he wanted to finish a book," the blonde replied, waving a hand. Alphonse nodded, before pulling him in.
"Good, Winry isn't here either, so we can talk," he said, as he pushed a confused and bewildered Edward on the couch. The latter blinked.
"What's wrong Aru?" he asked him. Alphonse sat in the chair opposite of the horrible bright yellow couch as he pulled out some papers from his pocket.
"Is there something you want to tell me… about Roy?" Edward's eyes widened briefly. "I'm not stupid Nii-san, I know you wouldn't let people stay with you when you've just met them and I'm sure you guys don't know each other that long. So, I'd like to know what's going on." Edward blinked once.
"Aru… Roy's been staying with me for the past three weeks, why are you asking me now?" Alphonse gave him a shrug.
"Because either Winry or Roy was here whenever you came to visit, besides, I didn't give it much thought until now. There's something weird about him, Nii-san and I want to know what it is. It's not like you to keep things from me," he added softly. God, how come Alphonse always knew what Edward's weaknesses were? The older blonde felt a lot of guilt as he looked at Alphonse's saddened look. He sighed—there was no resisting when he looked at him like that.
"I'll tell you," he sighed. "But… promise me you will believe me?" Alphonse immediately perked up and nodded. "Well, I went to buy something for your birthday three weeks ago. I went to this Chinese shop and the old man there took me to the back because he had some really nice stuff there and I saw this pocket watch, which I really liked, so I bought it for myself. Well, anyway, here's the strange part—Roy came out of it," he paused for a moment, letting this piece of information sink in. He could see Alphonse's eyes widen briefly, before nodding. "Well, he told me he was cursed by a witch six hundred years ago—" again, Alphonse's eyes widened, "—and he's kind of like a sexslave, I guess, I mean, whoever possesses the watch, gets him for about two months." Alphonse's mouth hung open by the time Edward was finished talking, before it turned into a very sly smile.
"So, I take it you've been having fun for the last three weeks?"
"ARU! I did no such thing, you damn pervert!" Edward immediately yelled, turning bright red. "I haven't… used him or anything like that," he quickly added. Alphonse shrugged.
"Too bad, he's pretty hot," he said.
"W—what!" Edward pointed a disbelieving finger at him.
"What? If I liked guys, I would've taken advantage of him! He's not a bad-looking guy," the younger brother replied. Edward was beginning to question if Winry was a good wife—honestly, where did he learn such things? He used to be such an innocent kid who would always bring kittens home and give homeless people every penny he had in his wallet…
"It's not that he's not hot," the older blonde replied. "It's just that he's not into guys and I don't want to force him to do anything. It's kind of sad that he doesn't have any freedom," Edward continued to mutter. Alphonse nodded.
"Well, I guess…" he muttered, sounding disappointed. Edward rolled his eyes, before he could see his younger brother gasp. "That reminds me! Remember when I met Roy and I thought his name sounded familiar?" Edward nodded. "Well, I looked it up because I was curious, you know, maybe he's famous for something? So, I looked it up on internet."
"And?" Edward asked. "Did you find anything?"
"Well, I only found something about a Roy Mustang who lived hundreds of years ago, so I didn't think it was relevant before!" he continued to state proudly. "But I did read it, because I was interested and well… what I read wasn't pretty." For a moment, Edward could feel his heart stop beating.
"What was it?"
"Well, the Roy Mustang I read about was in the army," Edward nodded—that much he knew. "He only did field work one time, though. It was something called the 'Ishbal Massacre', a city in the East. He was called a hero, where he lived, because he murdered… hundreds of people. Kids, women, anything." It felt as if a rock had been dropped into Edward's stomach as he listened on. Surely, this couldn't be the same Roy? "It's been said that he disappeared from the face of the earth when he was thirty and they never found his body. It even had a picture of him next to the information, a painting that had been saved for the past years. It even looks like him… I didn't think so much of it at the time, because how could it be him, right? But now that you've told me about this watch… I guess that's why it wasn't so hard for me to believe it when you told me about this 'curse'."
"That can't be," Edward muttered under his breath, though loud enough for Alphonse to hear. "I can't believe Roy would do that!"
"Did he ever tell you about his life before the watch?" Alphonse asked him curiously. The older brother nodded.
"Yeah, but usually not that much. I know he was a Colonel in the army, but he never told me that," he replied.
"Nii-san?" Edward looked up and blinked at him.
"Yes?"
"Do you… love him?"
Edward didn't answer.
"Ah, Edward!" Roy said, smirking as the small blonde entered the apartment. His smirk faltered when he saw the expression the young Elric wore and a look of concern replaced it. "Is something wrong?" Edward shook his head, giving him a small smile.
"Nothing's wrong, Roy. Just a bit tired, I guess," he added, muttering. "I don't feel like making dinner today, so you can order pizza if you want." The blonde started to make his way to his bedroom.
"That won't be necessary," the black-haired man replied, immediately forgetting his concern for his master and smirking yet again. "I'm going out tonight!" Edward stopped. "I went to the grocery store and a woman asked me out there—she was quite beautiful." Hurt shot through Edward as Roy announced this and he felt even miserable than before—all of his hope that Roy might feel the same way about him was gone and he was left with a very empty and hollow feeling.
Maybe I really do love him.
"That's… nice," he managed to say, before he entered his room and shut the door, leaving a confused Roy.
"Edward, I'm leaving!" Roy called from the other side of the door. He heard a muffled 'okay' from Edward and vaguely wondered if he should just call dinner off and instead stay with his master—after all, he obviously didn't feel alright. He eventually decided against it and took his set of keys with him as he exited the apartment.
The woman he was going out with was, indeed, very pretty. She reminded him vaguely of someone he had dated in the past, before he became a slave to the watch—with her dark brown hair and bright blue eyes. He usually went for blonde hair (his thoughts went, involuntarily, to Edward), though it didn't matter much as long as her breasts were large enough. In her case, they were. He couldn't really remember her name—he thought it was Dorothy, though he wasn't sure.
She smiled sweetly at him when he arrived at the restaurant where they decided to meet (it was not very far from Edward's apartment, so he could easily walk the distance. The same went for her). Roy found it weird that, even though he would normally give a girl his full attention, his mind kept drifting to Edward—he quickly shook his head.
It really was time for him to have sex. With a woman.
The evening was rather dull. She kept blabbering about superficial things, like make-up, clothes and her other superficial friends. Not that the other women he had dated weren't like that—they were all the same when it came to personality, according to him, but still. In these situations, he missed Edward, who always had something interesting to say.
And Edward never stayed boring, Edward always liked discussing things with him. Edward wouldn't agree to everything he said, just to make himself more attractive for Roy. Edward wasn't afraid to speak his mind and he wasn't afraid to insult Roy. Edward was just so… refreshing and different. Much more different than anybody he had ever met.
He mentally smacked himself.
Edward was a man! Roy was as straight as a pencil—he didn't like him like that. Definitely not. Nope. No way.
After dinner, Roy walked her home, all the while occasionally nodding while she was telling yet another story. Roy didn't listen, of course, but he was pretending to—something he usually did on dates. It wouldn't be good for him if she would notice he wasn't interested in her at all—he just wanted to get laid, damn it!
Once they arrived at her house, she was fondling with her keys in a flirtatious manner, biting her bottom lip in what she was hoping to be a cute manner. Roy resisted the urge to roll his eyes at her stupidity and instead gave her a small smile.
"So, you wanna come in?" she asked him. It took a while for Roy to answer her—did he want to come in? Sure, he wanted to get laid. Very badly. But something didn't feel right now, not this time. The girl was nice and she seemed to be experienced, but still.
What the hell was happening to him?
"I'm sorry, I should be going," he replied. The girl seemed to be disappointed, but she nodded and gave another flirtatious wink.
"Call me."
Roy nodded, though he had no intention to do so.
"Edward?" Roy called as he entered the apartment. There was no reply. "Hm, must've already gone to bed," Roy muttered softly.
He dropped the keys on the kitchen counter and took off his shoes as he did so, before walking to Edward's room, softly opening the door. It was dark inside, so he let the door open in order for the light from the livingroom to seep in.
"Edo?" he whispered. The blonde was lying sprawled over the bed, merely wearing boxers and a black shirt. The shirt was slightly too small and it revealed part of his abs—Roy's eyes wandered over them involuntarily, before they focused themselves on his face. It was lit up by the light of the other room and the moonlight slightly, giving his tanned face a bit of an angelic look—his golden hair was spread out over the pillow and a few bangs covered his face.
As if in trance, Roy stepped towards the bed and crouched down besides him, his hand cupping Edward's cheek and wiping a bang away, tucking it behind Edward's ear. He now noticed the parted lips, almost begging to be kissed. Roy brought his head closer to Edward's and, just before he could kiss him, the trance was over and he remembered that he did not like men.
Not even Edward.
He quickly scrambled to an upright position and fled out of the room, giving Edward one last glance.
What are you doing to me?
